Weekends Are Weekends - Even In a Creative Convent

I just completed my first full weekend in the convent. It did not go well. I wish I could say that, hey, in a convent, one day of the week is like any other, but I’m tied into the world still and Saturday and Sunday feel different. I don’t know if it had to do with the fact that I went on my planed grocery shopping trip and lost my exercise monitor (which I still haven’t found), putting me into a funk or if just getting out made me want to keep getting out, but it went poorly. The good weather helped as well. All of it worked together to make me want to chuck this whole thing. I went out to lunch for the past three days. There I said it. I made the admission. I needed to get out of the house. Does this mean I failed? Well, I’m still working on my convent goals. Those have not changed and I still have another thirteen days until this is done. A lot can happen in thirteen days. I find I remember a quote about middles:

Middles suck. I hate middles. Middles are all regretting the past and waiting for something interesting to happen. Middles can go zark themselves as far as I’m concerned!

-from And Another Thing by Eoin Colfer

Yes, it’s from a Sci Fi book, and the controversial one where someone actually attempted to write like Douglas Adams. I don’t think Colfer did a half bad job on the story, but that passage, as far as I was concerned, is brilliant. I was listening to the book on CD in my car. I replayed it four times and wrote it down. It’s still one of my favorite quotes. It is also true. I am in the middle and it is boring and hard and far too quiet and I want to make a break for it. Instead, I’m writing a blog post about it. I don’t know if it will help, but it sure couldn’t hurt. Plus, you now have that awesome quote for your own yucky foray into the middle someday. You’re welcome.